The idea of bouncing a quarter off an owl's butt had Lennon snickering; he loved these kinds of ridiculous conversations. "You can ask her," he told Felix. "I think her answer to that would be really entertaining." He knew Felix was joking, but the sudden realization that his phone wasn't in one of his back pockets like usual gave him a few seconds of pause. He had brought it, hadn't he? He couldn't imagine leaving the house to go walk in the woods without it. Oh yeah, he'd left it in his hoodie pocket, he remembered.
Lennon looked upward to assess his work when Felix said it looked great, and he thought it did. He had no lack of confidence when it came to his artwork. "Thanks," he said, putting up his current Sharpie so he could fan his t-shirt out from his body. "The fumes aren't too bad, but I'm gettin' a little warm. It's either gonna be opening the window or me taking off my shirt. Will the fog eat us if we crack the window and let it in?"